Michela Murgia died, the memory of friends and colleagues. Roberto Saviano: “But my love does not die”

Michela Murgia left us on the evening of August 11, free until the end. She who a few months ago had wanted to make her illness public, in an interview with Courier, also making it a political act, a manifesto, a celebration of life. He had also wanted to talk about Sardinia and his own queer familyinexorably linked to each other. And then with us at Vanity Fair she had worked on a special issue, which she directed. Unequivocal title: «The family belongs to everyone».

Now that the writer and activist is gone, there are many who remember her and pay homage to her via social media. To remember her works, her work, her battles and her courage. A photo of a girl and her first name is the message from Teresa Ciabatti, part of its closest circle. «The wind rises, you have to try to live” the quote from my dearest friend Clare Tagliaferri, always by her side, as on the day of the celebration of the “queer marriage”: all in white, in the garden of the house that Michela Murgia had wanted to spend the last period with her family.

And then again the friend Roberto Saviano (“but my love does not die”, from Caserini’s silent film masterpiece) and the memory of Gad Lerner: “She was a formidable, talented, reckless contemporary revolutionary. I forbid myself the exhibition of personal memories and I mourn with you this Sardinian woman who left us with a smile on our lips”.

Hello, Michele.